Chapter 124
After dismantling the uncles', the aunts were not so barbaric.
Gloves and scarves.
After putting it on, John continued to unpack the rest.
Slytherin's little wizards are still honest. Most of the things they send are candies and some small gifts.
Malfoy sent exquisite snacks, which just bumped into Daphne.
Heinrich sent a book about black magic, which John silently collected and hid.
I heard that John likes to eat, so most of them are food.
John would have been happy last year, but there was nothing exciting about these things for him now.
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noon.
John saw three little ones, Harry and Ron were having fun there, and Hermione was left alone.
Don't think about it, there's a quarrel.
Because there were few people, Dumbledore suggested that everyone eat together.
In addition to Dumbledore, McGonagall and several other professors, there is also Filch.
One Slytherin fifth year and two first years.
Plus three little ones, there are exactly twelve people.
John didn't dare to go there because he was afraid that Dumbledore would find something.
That's the White Devil. Voldemort knows ancient magic, and maybe Dumbledore can too.
My soul is in a wounded state now, and it would be terrible if I was discovered.
So he just found an excuse and didn't stay.
Dumbledore looked at John's absence and turned to Filch.
Filch rarely took off his usual brown coat and put on a brand new tuxedo.
Looking at his wide smile, Dumbledore asked: "Filch, did you buy new clothes?"
Filch puffed out his chest and said in a calm voice that wanted to show off, "This is a Christmas gift."
"oh?"
Dumbledore was surprised now. Filch was so popular that someone actually gave him a Christmas gift.
"It's John Wick, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Hearing John, Dumbledore smiled on his face and asked curiously: "Where is John?"
The fifth-year Slytherin said, "He and Edgar walked away, they had something to do."
"All right."
Trelawney made an exception, but she didn't speak well.
He told everyone about a curse of thirteen people. The first person to stand up will die.
Of course, no one took her words seriously.
After lunch, Harry couldn't wait to return to the common room.
He received a Firebolt, and he and Ron went crazy, not caring that it was a gift.
Hermione felt that something of unknown origin might be dangerous, but unfortunately the two boys didn't listen at all.
They only had Firebolts in their eyes, and with Crookshanks catching Scabbers again, Ron even said something in a bad tone.
Harry felt that Ron was doing something wrong, but he only had Firebolt in his heart and didn't say anything.
When he returned to the Gryffindor lounge, he and Ron admired the Firebolt from various angles.
The doorway opened.
Hermione came in, along with Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Granger just told me that someone gave you a broomstick, Potter." Professor McGonagall's keen eyes immediately spotted the Firebolt.
Harry wanted to hide, but unfortunately Professor McGonagall came over and he couldn't.
After questioning, it was found that this was a gift with nothing, no note, no sender, and the origin was unknown.
Professor McGonagall was about to take it away temporarily for inspection, and Harry said with a trembling voice: "There's nothing wrong with it! Really, Professor."
"You have no way of knowing, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, her tone kind and helpless at the same time.
Sirius was outside, and during this sensitive period, Harry actually wanted to ride a Firebolt of unknown origin.
Even if it was a Firebolt, it shouldn't be like this.
"I will notify you in time if anything happens."
She wanted to take the Firebolt away to dismantle it for inspection. Of course, this had to be left to professionals.
Harry just watched blankly as she took away the Firebolt.
Ron angrily took his anger out on Hermione and shouted, "Why are you looking for Professor McGonagall?"
Hermione was also aggrieved. Her face was flushed, whether from shame or anger.
He said to Ron unconvinced: "Because I think, and Professor McGonagall thinks the same, that broomstick might have been given to Harry by Sirius Black!"
The starting point was good, but even Harry couldn't help but feel angry.
Hermione was extremely aggrieved. She turned around and walked out of the door for the sake of the two of them.
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Chapter 142 Vehicle Killer and Password
Hermione was a smart girl, so she knew the seriousness of this matter and told Professor McGonagall.
It just feels uncomfortable to be misunderstood.
Because of this incident, the two friends were angry.
She ran out, initially intending to go to the library, but as she walked, she saw Crookshanks.
Crookshanks was running with his butt squirming, and Tom was behind with his ears hanging down and his short legs running hard.
The relationship between the two little guys made her extremely envious. She didn't want to go to the library anymore and ran over after the two little guys.
The two little legs are short, but they can run very fast.
Hermione was out of breath as she entered the Quidditch pitch.
She saw John, who was frowning at a tightly wrapped gift box.
Hermione, not doubting his presence, walked over curiously and asked, "John, what are you doing here?"
John wasn't a Quidditch player, so she was surprised.
During the Christmas period, the Quidditch pitch was rarely quiet.
In the empty stadium, John was worrying about his new purchases.
Hearing the sound, he turned around and had an idea in his mind.
He waved happily: "Hermione, you came just in time, help me try it."
Hermione was stunned, and immediately saw John tearing open the packaging of the gift box, and a brand new Firebolt appeared in front of him.
She was stunned, but she was sure she saw it right.
This Firebolt, even the packaging, was exactly the same as the one Harry received that morning.
The shiny broom handle, with a golden registration number on it, and the streamlined broom tail made of white birch twigs, look pleasing to the eye.
This is simply a work of art.
John picked it up with one hand, and the Firebolt trembled slightly in his hand. After letting go, it hung in the air. This height was just right for riding on it.
"Firebolt? Where did you get it?" Hermione was shocked. She was worried that John, like Harry, didn't know who sent the gift.
John was stunned when he heard this and said strangely: "Of course I bought it."
If you didn’t buy it, could someone else give it to you?
He had a strange expression, and when he looked at the Firebolt, his flesh ached. This thing was too expensive.
It cost a full 5,000 galleons. This price can be said to make John...well, he still feels very distressed.
Although his family has a big business, John still has to maintain personal relationships every month, and daily communication and gift giving are also essential.
Alchemy was another huge expense, along with buying books and paying salaries.
Apart from these, the money John could get was only a few thousand galleons per day.
"My daily income."
He ordered this before Christmas. At that time, he wanted to buy a Firebolt to play with, but he injured his hand.
Now is a good time, just in time to test the speed of the meteor shoes.
Flying broomsticks are like buying sports cars in the Muggle world. Even if you don't drive them, you will buy them and watch them.
He thinks it has a certain collection value, and he can give it to Quidditch players to win over when he meets them in the future.
This was a Firebolt. If it were given to Wood, John thought he could let himself ride on his head for a month.
After buying it back, John had another problem.
There is something wrong with his right hand now. It is still difficult to control the Firebolt. It will not be fun if he falls.
He handed the Firebolt to Hermione with a pained face. Under Hermione's confused look, John said, "Fly around for me to see how fast it is. My hand is injured."
Hermione was stunned again. John was so rich that he even bought a Firebolt.
Although she didn't know the price, Hermione knew that this thing would definitely not be cheap, otherwise Harry wouldn't just dare to look at it through the glass.
John, a person from a Muggle family, could actually afford such an expensive thing.
She feels that the world is crazy or she is crazy.
Seeing her expression change so much, John thought she didn't dare to fly.
If you think about it carefully, the Firebolt is known as the fastest flying broomstick, and ordinary people really can't control it.
"Looking for Heinrich? I haven't seen him use a broomstick."
John frowned and thought, thinking over and over again, either to find Harry himself or to capture Malfoy.
"I can fly in a circle, too." Hermione reacted, looked at John nervously, and asked, "Which hand of yours is injured?"
John raised his right hand, which was shaking like he had Parkinson's disease.
He smiled bitterly and said: "There was something wrong when I was studying magic. It won't be cured for a while, but it's not a big problem."
He said it so easily that Hermione couldn't help but worry.
Finally, John told her that he would be cured within two months at most, and she was relieved.
Riding on the Firebolt a little awkwardly, Hermione was very nervous.
It was impossible to say she wasn't nervous. Her flying lessons were completely inferior to Harry's.
If John hadn't been watching, she would have chickened out.
At the same time, a strange thought came to her mind. What would Harry and Ron's expressions be like if they knew how to use Firebolts?
Thinking about it, I will definitely jump with envy.
As soon as she closed her eyes and kicked her feet, Hermione gave up.
The firebolt shot out quickly like an arrow from the string.
"ah--!"
Hermione screamed so fast that her vision blurred.
